Transistor Radio by The Methadones Lyrics
Listen to the sounds of her broken heart
Flowing from the transistor radio
Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do [x4]
Listen to the sounds of her broken heart
Flowing from the transistor radio
This little device fits the palm of her hand
Built to take anywhere she wants to go
She searches for a signal with a swift flick of the dial
Living in an age of technological advances
It's this little simple pleasure that always makes her smile
And now it's made me smile
And it seems like she only gets AM
Turning out these dated songs
But Carly Simon's always been a guilty pleasure
So I start to hum along
And for a second I start to feel ashamed
I remember the verses one and two of "You're So Vain"
I look around to see if anybody's watching
And I start to laugh from the thought
Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do [x4]
[Guitar lead]
You could write it off as nostalgia
Outdated kitschy cool, novelty
It's not the same
Can't you hear that tone that's pissed off and alone
That aims square for the jugular vein?
I really love these moments that are quirky and absurd
As I sit here watching her mouthing all the words
Within the range of radio frequencies
A song is played that's meant for you and me
Listen to the sounds of her broken heart
Flowing from the transistor radio
[x3]
Listen to the sounds of the transistor radio
Flowing from the transistor radio
Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do [x4]
Listen to the sounds of her broken heart
Flowing from the transistor radio
This little device fits the palm of her hand
Built to take anywhere she wants to go
She searches for a signal with a swift flick of the dial
Living in an age of technological advances
It's this little simple pleasure that always makes her smile
And now it's made me smile
And it seems like she only gets AM
Turning out these dated songs
But Carly Simon's always been a guilty pleasure
So I start to hum along
And for a second I start to feel ashamed
I remember the verses one and two of "You're So Vain"
I look around to see if anybody's watching
And I start to laugh from the thought
Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do [x4]
[Guitar lead]
You could write it off as nostalgia
Outdated kitschy cool, novelty
It's not the same
Can't you hear that tone that's pissed off and alone
That aims square for the jugular vein?
I really love these moments that are quirky and absurd
As I sit here watching her mouthing all the words
Within the range of radio frequencies
A song is played that's meant for you and me
Listen to the sounds of her broken heart
Flowing from the transistor radio
[x3]
Listen to the sounds of the transistor radio